"melodically" poems
once in my sanctuary
it came in a loud gallop
followed by a wallop
my sorrowful lumbar
detaching the fear
of a clumsy blunder
shifted away from
the law of physics
an emptied vessel unmoved
like a sealed vacuum
certain a final curtain
pin drop in code of silence
light time alliances
whooshing me into
ethereal plains
a sublime hemisphere
of infinitesimal space, time
an indescribable beyond
gentle breezes
feathery light teases
soon a star-gazing eyes
darted through a
zero gravity galaxy of an
endless empyrean expanse
a’turnin spherical sight
orange white stripes
rosely red spot
churning roiling clouds
speckled dusty rings
what beauteous it shrouds
why am I here
a knowing voice appeared
melodically close but I
can only behold afar
of an ethereally existential
interstellar manifold
questioning mind
told of convoluted ways
as seen and heard
the rhymes and seasons but
for one and the only reason
mankind's whisper'd words
entrance to the portal
as did my dawned immortal
met a peaceful assembly
I lay in days, this rapturous gifts
what divine effulgence of
a truly cosmic lift
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 10:24 AM UTC
Pretty Pictures; as you are embracing me
Lost in an earthly mood of tranquility
Evident than the shadows fusing my feet
Obscure like pretty lies melodically
Pretty Pictures; sailing, forever will be
Rhapsodize; vividly crossing in my mind
A face of cherubim winged up the sky
Cascading through visions abrupt
A star shoots afar than any distant eye
Longing endless of her passionate touch
We are novels, with so much stories to tell
Red laces, stamps of gold, a lush lullaby
I was the house you painted white
Agitate the deepest hues, then we'd fly
Midnight kisses, Dawn then traded goodbyes
Blithe; for we need nothing to pretend
The clearest blue water, a heaven's scent
To the grass wading courteously
Cloud nine's hanging then lifts my feet
Showering up above washing all anxieties
Pretty pictures; like ribbons untangled
A touch of silk as my heart would lilt
Inner feelings frolic then they'd tremble
For in you the excitement is always a thrill
From the simplest to a goddess divine
Pretty Pictures; moments as you were mine
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 1:08 AM UTC
Here above the spider’s bed
Balanced on a tiny thread
Soft the sound his cello plays
In harmony with summer days
~
Melodically he moves his bow
In mystic motioned rhythm’d flow
O’ the cast of crescent moon
Illuminates his wondrous tune
~
A thousand dragonflies appear
His cello sound they long to hear
Now as he plays this mellow song
A cricket choir sings along
~
The audience in grand delight
Embrace the magic on this night
For as all earth has come to know
No sweeter sound than his cello
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC
Tattoo Promises
Read these words now inked of a passionate verse
From miles away, beneath clouded silver linings
Far beyond every enchanted moon glow vista
Phrases of undying devotion in eternal fonts
Styled by a hand now longing your touch
Tattoo promises melodically whispered
Breathless devotion in sonnet sighs
Forevermore holding tightly your
Affectionate kisses dripping
Of sweetest pure honey
Unto my wanting lips
In poetic phrasing
Written entirely
Upon the walls
Of this my
Beating
Heart
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
With a single
glance
you make me sweat--
your sticky breath
dances
melodically with every swagger
of your step.
You chronically
dehydrate
my thoughts--
ironically inspiring me
to bathe in refreshing
conscience streams
that are not mine.
I want to taste
the salty Sahara sands
between your toes
to feel what it's like this close
to the sun--
concealed by the burning
Shisha smoke you breathe
with such control into your soul.
For one steamy night
I want to be the wind
igniting--brightening--heightening
those burning embers in your eyes
watching you slither,
as if an ice cube touched your spine.
I want white light smiles
to scar our faces
the next morning,
disfiguring our charred
hearts--
our ashes scattered
by the wind from the burning
building we've collapsed.
Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 1:54 PM UTC
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
And the world spins madly on,
As the ticking clock's cogs turn to rust,
A butterfly shall flap its wings,
And fade out of existence as the nightingale sings
A sad song for the marvelous yet meaningless,
Melodically destructive
Monarch of the midnight sky.
Let its song be a reminder,
Of the ever-ticking timer,
Hurriedly beating away in our chests.
And let the sound of each thump
Tear apart all delusions of splendor,
Laying bare the memory that we are simply human;
Wonderfully, terribly, painfully human.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
*Amidst a sea of friends sat she
upon a toadstool smiling with glee
all beings in the forest sang of life
no entity in the wood knowing strife
The little fairy named Jheira
sang melodically to the swaying flora
dancing atop the golden mushroom
ne'er a negative thought they assume
I wish to join them in the glen
share the happiness from within
sing with the fairies to the wood
basking in all in life that is good*
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 2:21 PM UTC
The soul rises
inspired
by paintings
colours
shapes and tones
harmoniously juxtaposed.
A bird soars
towards the sky
floats
then swoops.
The melody
flows, swells
surges then fades.
An intermezzo
with solo clarinet
or perhaps a piccolo.
Linked words
in a poem
flow like piano notes
rhythmically, melodically.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC
I feel your love,
your touch,
when the sun
chooses to shine,
illuminating
my skin
I see your face,
your smile,
whenever I look
at my reflection
in the mirror
I hear your voice,
your unforgettable
laughter,
as rain falls
melodically from
above
I remember the pain,
the unbearable
heartache,
when I realized
I loved you
but I had to
let you go
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 12:44 PM UTC
I'm perfectly imperfect
That's what they always say
I'm crookedly straight
But I'm far from gay
I forever speak my mind
Always and all day
My heart is on my sleeve
But guarded all the same
I'm devilishly innocent
My mind is not so tame
I'm dishonestly truthful
But never take the blame
I'm completely backwards
We can never be the same
To me upwards is downwards
The sky's my only ground
Your life I can still ruin
It is with in my bounds
I'm depressingly happy
There is no middle ground
My version of earth is flat...
Why should it be round?
My earth is a work of art
With colours everywhere
Your world I broke and ripped apart
Just to prove I don't fit there
I tore it up in little bits
I left the pieces without a care
I'm completely backwards
I'm such a major scare
I'm nationally local
You can see me all the time
I can disappear into thin air
Leaving you without a rhyme
For I'm melodically harmonious
No brighter than the dullest shine
I'm incomprehensibly real
And yet so hard to find
Pure white to me is simple black
Race is gone and can't come back
I can prove all that I am
A thing to which you surely lack
I'm disrespectfully respectful
My words are always fact
I'm completely backwards
I'll drive you past insane
Then I'll never bring you back
I'm illegally legal
Like a drug that you can't sell
I'm contrastingly bendable
In this world of my own hell
I'm resistingly irresistible
My secrets you will never tell
I'm obscenely lovable
In this world in which I fell
I landed in this twisted place
A world of expectations
This world I created on my own
For I'm an undertone of exaggeration
Here I've found my only home
In a backwards world of my creation
And all in all I'm here to say
"I'm completely backwards
In every single way"
Sep 10, 2009
Sep 10, 2009 at 12:49 PM UTC
Your are a flavour of mystic flow and justice
Resounding effortlessly in vapoured divinity
A channel spinning within your furling crux
Cheers to our cups of leisure and pleasure
I turn around and your warmth embraces
I'll wait holding the gaze of your bright eyes
I'll wait touching this revolving total eclipse
I'll wait as I sense our forbidden mind-scapes
I have sensed your whole when we are apart
A near leap to meet,cuddle and feel the vibration
Uncovering the glistening gem that penetrates heat
Fondling the electric ******** oscillations under the bridge
Here is my cup, holding a rapture of your breath
Here is my cup, melodically swirling in fine entertainment
Here is my cup,exhuming and exhaling our magical essences
Our cup it is! Cheers! As we sprout and bloom pleasantly
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 4:59 AM UTC
trickle your finger
down the spine of
my back while
I caress your
sweet spot.
you're all I
want and
everything I
never knew I
needed.
fireworks ignite
as our lips collide
like tectonic plates
meeting for the first
time. sparks
dance around
our mouths and
heaven tastes so
delectable.
a slip inside
and the center
of the universe is us.
so beautiful,
mesmerizing,
wonderful and
enthralling.
slower with more
pleasure and
passion, then
harder and faster
all at once.
your high pitched
gasps are motivation
to my effort.
you are the only one
for me and I want to
make you feel it.
a shudder overcomes
your body and our moans
escape and waltz
melodically together.
we are done
and that was
pure ecstasy.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
Beyond cascading screams in a melodically honed vibration,
Within a fading abyss of infinitesimal separation,
A dreamscape of a constant creation, so vivid by design,
An interesting compilation to the manifestations of my mind,
The psyche demands a certain control and designation,
A tether to the super consciousness without a single deviation.
But as we sail away on waves of cosmic revelation,
To travel the universe for a more profound contemplation not quite Euclidean in nature.
But as a product of Sol, there is a certain elemental configuration,
That fuels the intent of the most colorful dreams,
Bathed in the warmth we call divine,
I have seen solar systems and even far beyond,
But that was only in my mind,
As dreams are harder to navigate when it is difficult to see them straight.
One does not debate such pointless substrate.
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
Staying in tune with the balance
Courageously looking into the mind's eye
into all eyes
what is swirling in my limitless expanse?
Recursive Recursive
Tell me your dreams
share in thought
find the silence holding the world's sound
Peace is a pebble in the blinding storm, Pick it up
Fantasy touch Reality
Drive along watch
Find the tower over looking the expanse
climb the mountain high
stare around the expanse until your vision meets the endless horizons
its all out there
globular circle, perpetual motion machine
spinning, flying, tumbling round & round
hurtling at 7 decatillion light years
through time space and beyond
we, these seeming ants along for the ride of our life
space time travelers placidly in our world of chaos adapting,
adaptive shoulder shruggers on a planetary scale
This planetary potential genius to awake in us all
Does the last man come?
What will the over man make of paradise?
Sleepy progenitors, laugh
shake your curly hairy heads
cover yourself with rags if you must,
or Don't!
Are you comfortable in skin?
Do you fathom what is beyond your sensual limits?
***** woman do you know?
Have you found it in your fleshy delights,
the secret invitation for discovery is in every niche, every hole, every fold, every kiss, every caress, every stare, every touch, every smooth slide, fingertips tracing lines of hips, lips, backs, calves, feet, jaw, ear, cheek.
A young lover may know it there, or especially an old, a bucktramp
or the loveliest ***** lady
Label the divine and holy if you must
its all out there waiting and engaging
its here now with you, with us
linking along
the water moves but is constantly there, co arising,
what wave is where
Its all here
chant OM, can you feel it?
Hold that vibration, pulsate with your mouth closed and hum and shout melodically
emitting the vibe
Be the Vibeman.
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC
Outside this window the air
bites the faces of pedestrians
in the streets below.
Despite the argument
between the bitter cold
and the approaching nightfall
the people seem happy
to ignore the tussle
that has begun to shake
the leaves from the trees.
The glass panes sweat
with nervous hot flashes.
The brightly lit coffee shop
is a sanctuary amidst
the concrete tundra.
People scurry to the red hue
that melodically flickers
like a rising fire.
Warm mochas and foaming milk
calm the chills and frighten
the geese from our skin.
While the sauna in their bellies
heat their core; for a short time
the grey skies are forgotten.
The substance numbs the cold.
But if the awareness of this chilly solstice
is put aside completely and preparation
for the snipping wind is side stepped,
then where would we be?
Happy to ignore our surroundings,
Content with freezing.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC
From a pulsating heart…ecstasy encloses gentle utterances…
Causing your body to collapse inside with butterflies
Desiring a soft sensation of love without pain…
Something gentle evolves…unlearned…a yearning.
The birth of innocent emotions comes anew, and…
With a whispering acapella sounding in the distance,
Charity is melodically voiced proudly…
Aloud…unconditional.
© 2003
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 5:20 AM UTC
In this haunting city where the summer is humid and also sticky,
the sun blisters the naked skin
As silver Beads of sweat trickle
Like sweet gelato drizzling in the blazing heat.
There is poetry in the streets
Of graffiti, mellow lights and yellowed walls.
Of cobblestones and of riches
Dazzling every inch of this old city.
The air is laden with soulful music
Of long, lost love
Of passion
And of words rolling melodically and melancholically in modern Latin.
The souls gone by
Of artists, slaves and martyrs
Wander eternally in this ancient city.
They whisper softly in the evening wind
Knowing every tourist and every Roman,
Enchanting gently to their soulful being.
So with longing I think of Rome
As i feel the whispers in the evening wind.
Hypnotised, spellbound; knowing that somehow -
i am rome.
Jul 29, 2022
Jul 29, 2022 at 9:17 AM UTC
-
Harmonic dreams
in slow dance tempos,
melodically sing to you
the music of my heart
Performed whispers
in the key of love
echo from a twilight sky
of stardust concertos
On gossamer strings
upon a moonbeam guitar
tuned to the symphony
of your serenade smile
As mesmerizing lyrics
of forever poetic promises
resonate from our heavens
creating the perfect duet
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
The supple Grace of her body moves about melodically throughout my mindscape
How ever so often must I battle with impatience undevelope complacency and endure with perseverance, battle lust and wait for God to
bring forth her spirit that doesn't breathe death rather life and prosperity for her love is his charity in bloom and her kindness will help guide me to conquer and quell all around me
May 5, 2022
May 5, 2022 at 2:54 PM UTC
Paroxysms of the galaxy
Ricochet throughout the universe;
Stars ripple and quake--
Combusting eternally,
Shattering melodically,
Spreading prismatic haloes.
Blindingly, blastingly, beautiful
Is the collapse of creation.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
never have I felt so morally trapped
never has my essence been so black
forever I can't look into that room
and be so happy with that
which I have mistaken for happiness
all the songs I have in my heart
have no voice to melodically say
all the music I have in my soul
have no fingers which it could play
all the words I have spill patiently
into a fountain of black and white
draining of reason and colour
to blend into one lonely night
never have I felt so certain (I'm sure...)
that I'm no longer any closer to the shore
as the butterflies gave way
to an ocean of jellyfish
and the trees in the horizon
are little more than just sticks
I'm ready to float into the universe
because beyond is what a soul sees
I will give up this existence
and let my master be the breeze
and hope that in the next life
I'm not trapped into something
that is as useless as a body
that learns nothing
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 5:09 AM UTC
What if I told you that it is possible to dissipate completely
Into the space around us?
I can't tell you what shines the light that evaporates us
Carries us
And blends us into the atoms of elements and electricity.
It's different for every one, every time, I think.
Maybe we taste the vibrato of violin in our veins
Sending our cells on a swing of jazz and laughter
Until our molecules simply dance their way out of existence.
We might forget ourselves in the spiraling of ink
And words
And color
Until we are no longer aware of the process,
Without realising that we are both finding and losing ourselves
In what used to be these melodically silent pieces of pulp.
So instead, we close our eyes, sing a song that reminds us
Of the people we thought we'd be when we grew up
And where the hell is our place
Among all this inexplicable chaos?
Where the hell will our place be?
We're searching for the satisfaction of an answer
The yes or no
The black or white
That most of existence seems to deprive us of;
This formula hands us
That answer for
These questions,
Simple rules, complex consequences.
The integrity of shaping substance
Allows us to share ourselves
Exactly where and how and why
We are where and what and who we are who we are.
We share with it. It shares with us.
It's a process so simple,
So complex,
Creating this pattern,
And it's not just beautiful,
And it's not just useful,
It's inevitable.
We discover things that are impossible to be true
And then discover why it's impossible for them not to be.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 12:34 AM UTC
~
The sun sat low on a lavender sky
Gentle its light traced your skin
Falling in love and I don’t wonder why
Lost in your beauty again
Pine needle sonnets now gracefully flow
Symphonies waft through the air
Taking your hand in the essence aglow
Soothing these moments we share
Hear now my song sung of only your praises
Melodically sweet it does play
Concertos whispered in poetic phrases
Softly I send you this day
Harmonic echoes in voices so tender
Now as this day does depart
Waltzing a path tuned of angelic splendor
Lyrics a’ flow from my heart
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 8:37 PM UTC
I speak in tongues of men and angels, I speak as a man that knows the angles. I rhyme truth melodically, with my methodology, my words convicting you this is no mythology. And as tides of tithes flood our church like Jordan, the lives of lies, my tongue has shortened. So let's ask the Ghost of the Most-High, high above I, to bless this mission, this mission of mine.
(Are you sold? Are you inspired? By this sorcerer peddling his strange fire? Are you scared? Are you mired? By the weight of this second-rate evil-inspired rant that can't won't couldn't shouldn't be found profound by us when by Christ it wouldn't? The "broken bonds" of this sounding gong are just more chains, just empty song)
I've loved, lived, lost!
(But burned the cross.)
I've spoke and swayed!
(At disastrous cost.)
I've sung the hymns!
(So did the Devil)
Filled our church with gold!
(The softest metal.)
I fought back the dark!
(But it left it's mark)
Laid all at the altar!
(That's still awaiting a spark)
I witnessed to the street!
(On a weak foundation.)
Was given the the finest things!
(And moth and rust will take them.)
(It was never about what he could do, what glory can God take when who is seen is you? His “my’s” and “I’s” can’t save the lost, his “my’s” and “I’s” put Him on the Cross! Man can only save what gold can buy, and in the end owns nothing but gilded lies. You've seen his path, and where it leads. Do you see now that it's from you you're freed? Not debt, not pain, not loss or strife, but the crushing weight of your debauched life?
The Son will not impart what this man asks, for to leave you the world is not His task. For we are born, but do not live, until we surrender that which was not ours to give.)
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC
Knowing its there
You hear it not with your ear
Sensing it with all your fear
It melodically dances around you
Carefully you stare, as you withdrew
Rhythmic induce beats
Conjures up ****** heat
Steadily the sound entices
It grips you in its seductive vices
Wrapped in a trance
You prepare for the dance
Slowly you move to embrace
The beauty of your only escape
To your knees you finally fall
Hearing the voice that sang eternity's call
Once more you know
You will not let go
Holding on to your fate
Your eternal mate
Jan 14, 2010
Jan 14, 2010 at 6:16 AM UTC